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I am Heavy

I am sorry, I am heavy

My heart weighs as much as the sum of those of every person I have ever hurt, loved, or let go

My shoulders, pressed down with burdens I cannot explain

My soul, dense with purposes unfilled of the persons who carried it before me

My mind, filled with soldiers fighting a war against my own psyche

I am sorry, but I do not want to lay this heaviness, on you